CobaltFlare

GAH. Everypony stop talking to me! I have an essay to write and THIS ISN'T HELPING. D:

Aw, m'kay.

Do I want to ask why?

Darn tootin'. It's like the Ebony Blade. Frankly, you feel bad about it, but you don't care cause it's awesome. I mean, an unlimited leach life enchantment? Oh gawd.

COOL NEW GUY IS COOL. That's different. I am like, literally, cursed. I like to think of it as a plague that I caught after Flankbook shut down. I loved that webside.

Fawkes said I had to sacrifice it for awesomeness.

I swear, the coding in this forum hates me then. Probably cause I keep killing it's threads. It's all "HA HA DIE IN OBSCURITY!"

Oh, and incase nopony saw the topic. (Probably so, because it has 0 views.) http://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/aigis/fluttershy-adventures

To be fair, you guys murdered my pity thread in cold blood. Cold. Blood. That was more brutal than pinkie's "special" cupcakes.

A NEW CHALLENGER APPEARS!~ "Cobalt's Curse" has been cast. Active Effect "Thread Death" has been applied.

So, I am figuratively "sacrificing" this thread for awesomeness?

People think I'm awesome!? Squeeeee!~ That made my day, Fawkes.

It's not creepy or anything. Just sad. Very sad. Don't look if you love Fluttershy, I don't see how you couldn't, buuuuut.... You have been warned. http://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/aigis/fluttershy-adventures

No cupcake. I mean, think about it. Even with all the ones that you guys mentioned, I think that if someone needed a cupcake, TRUELY needed, like, someone in somalia, they would take it. Food is food. Having no food is not food.

OHMAHGAWSH. I was flipping through here and saw you guys mention a pinkieshy comic, so I read it. I literally went "d'Awww!" Loud enough my mom was all "WTF." So thank you for that, one of the most adorable shipping comics I've ever seen.

@UltraNeon Yeah, but smaller. More of an ember than a blaze, ya' know?

You're very welcome. C:

Welcome! I hope you have a good time here!

Name: Cobalt "Cole" Flare Sex: Male Age: Stallion (Near the younger side of the scale) Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: #747474 Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style:(Hair Color: #000000 with #0A0A4B highlights) His mane hangs in his eyes, hiding some of his face. It's shaggy and sort of swept to the side, hanging down below his ears in the back. His tail, not long nor short, is tipped with color. Eye Color: #0000D5 Cutie Mark: A darkish-blue flame. Physique: He is tallish and thin, not too strong in his legs but a great flyer. There is a scar above his eyes, near his forhead, that he keeps obscured by his bangs. Origin: Born and raised in Cloudsdale Roleplay Type: Mane Occupation: Racer, traveling around and competing in various competitions. Motivation: Speed. He loves going fast and simply flying in general, not to mention his inborn sence of good and what is right. Likes: He loves hay fries (especially with cheese) and other foods of the like, winning, speed, jokes, and soda Dislikes: Apples (Unless it's in a pie or something), Walking, Long Lines, Thunder (Irrational Fear). Character Summary: Born in Cloudsdale, Cobalt was destined to follow in his parents' hoofsteps and become a weather factory worker. However, he was terrible when it came to manual labor such as stirring rainbows and other things at the weather factory. Add to the fact that he wasn't the best student--not dumb, he just didn't really care for it--and you have a recipe for a bad future. However, after coming home from school one day, his parents suprised him with a spot in the Junior Speedsters Flight Camp, which he had been asking to go to for years. He wanted to go into racing and, if his course times were any indication, he seemed destined to. His parents didn' approve much, they just mostly wanted him to find something special, because they were worried about him. What parent wouldn't be worried about their only son? Then, of course, comes the story of his cutie mark. A couple years into the camp, Cobalt's family had fallen on hard times. His father had lost his job, and was still looking for a new one while he did odd jobs around Cloudsdale, and the family couldn't rely on one paycheck that was unsteady at best, when it came to job security. Cobalt helped out however he could, even though it wasn't much. However, one day in the square, he noticed a race sponsored by the Wonderbolts. The prize? 2,000 bits. More than enough to tide them over untill Cobalt's father found a steady job. Of course, seizing the oppritunity, he signed up on the spot and immediately rushed home to begin training. His parents were less than thrilled. "Cobalt!" they would keep saying, "I don't care how much money it is! It's too dangerous, you're not going!" Of course; he kept training, much to his parents' annoyance. He would get togeather with his friends at night and time each other, practice manuvers, and other things to keep them in shape. Eventually, as his parents started realizing what he was doing and stayed up so he couldn't sneak out, he had to limit his practices to only daylight hours. This continued right up untill the day before the race, where he asked his parents if he could sleep over at a friend's house because he wasn't allowed to race and had nothing else to do. Of course, this was a farce. As soon as he had gotten there, he headed straight for the arena with 5 of his friends to cheer him on. Cobalt and his friends arrived just in time for him to make it onto the track. It was immediately clear who would win, as Cobalt quickly rose to 2nd place. However, Murphy's Law had to go and jam itself into the mix. "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong". And go wrong it did. It just so happened a group of less-than law abiding ponies had bet a hefty sum on one of Cobalt's compeditors, and hired some heavy muscle to make sure they got their profit. The goons busted into the nearby factory and got off with a bunch of storm clouds, heading towards the track. Of course, they were heading to the track. They made quick work of turning the few meager storm clouds into a raging thunderstorm. Right above the track. Everything proceeded as normal, Cobalt was gaining on the leader, and there was 1 lap to go. Until the unthinkable happened. The lead racer was struck with a stray lightning bolt. There is nothing quite like getting hit with lightning, as you can expect. The unfortunate pegasus plummeted out of the sky, smoke trailing from his charred mane and tail. Cobalt, thinking on his hoofs, lakes one last look at the finish line, and drops after the falling racer like a stone, his wings pushing him downward. Of course, Cobalt caught up with him, and managed to get his arms underneath the falling pony. This, as you can recall, was not Cobalt's strong suit. He lifted with all his might, and manages to slow their fall down considerably. But, alas, this wasn't enough. They both crashed into the ground. This even would leav Cobalt with a scar on his face he would cover with his hair, and an irrational and deep fear of thunder. He woke up in the hospital around 2 days later, to his friends and family crowding around his bed. He learned that he had slowed what would have been a fatal fall for both of them, and the pony that was with him had turned all right. He also learned that he had recieved his cutie mark sometime during the ordeal. He would later go on to joke about this, saying things like "Hey, I would have thrown myself into the ground at high speeds earlier if I knew that is all it took!". Also, and quite ironic in the fact, Cobalt's father had recieved his job back the morning of the race, making the whole thing useless. Apparently, they needed a huge order filled, and he was going to tell Cobalt when he got home from his friend's house. Of course, Cobalt was infuriated that he had lost the race. "Sure, I saved a pony. But think of the fame, the glory!" was a common phrase uttered for aroudn the next week and a half. Sure, he would mention, he was reviered around the town as a hero, but a title wasn't bright and shiny. He did know he made the right choice, however, and managed to stop whining about it evenutally. However, the racing bug and he desire to win stuck with him, leading him to train more, race more, and generally try to be the best. He eventually made a job of it, racing for the thrill and winning prize money where he could. (Edit Summary: Finalized. I added the "-ish" as many of things here are subject to change if I suddenly hate it again. But if it get's accepted before I go crazy on it, I'm fine with that. Again, art credit to Emerald.)

SKYRIM, YOU EVIL TEMPTRESS!

I adore open-world games. Currently in an abusive relationship with Skyrim. She won't let me do things with anyone else. :>

Why thank you. And being a My Little Pony forum, I can tell we've got friendship down here. OMG MAN PASS THE MOON SUGAR Well, I'm _suppose_ to be doing homework, but I left the paper at school. owo.

...Skyrim. o3o Wow, I feel guilty now. T.T